The Revealing

I'd rather know rust and real,

than shiny metal and deception.

Manipulate the landscape,

And tell me to run.

I would rather connect,

With real ones.

“Cancel them or else!

You must buy what I sell,

Or you don't believe.

You're not who you seem.”

Actually you do not know me.

People pleasers anonymous,

Taught me to flee from such.

& to seek actual truth.

My eyes opened to life's stage,

My soul graduated that day.

Since the revealing,

It's never been more chilling.

The lure of money and power,

Is the root,

Of everything opposite the truth.

They create a category,

& you must fit and follow.

White and shiny,

& amazingly hollow.

That heart in your chest,

Let the beat be real,

Talk to Him,

Seek Him not them.

Be renewed inside,

Be covered in grace,

Find your belonging,

In the secret place.

Copyright © October 7, 2025, Jessica A. Goolsby, The Revealing. All Rights Reserved.

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